Page 99 of Promised to the Alpha Prince

She swallowed, cringing, unable to look at me. “Y-yes, alpha,” she said.

Fuck, that was hot for some reason. I gasped.

“Very good, omega,” he said. “Let’s turn you on my knot. I want you facing me, legs spread, little pussy on display, breasts quivering as I show him how I fuck you.”

“Oh, yes, please,” she breathed.

It was hot as all hell watching the slow process of turning her on the knot, and when she was finally facing him, Nikolai and Johannes helped put pillows under her to prop her up so that she was both comfortable and easily on display for all of us.

Dmitri ran his hands over her body, as he knelt there, plucking playfully at her nipples, affectionately circling her clit, penetrating her pussy with one finger, all of which made her writhe and sigh and perfume.

“You see this, then, Corentin?” said Dmitri. “You see how she responds to me?”

“Yes, alpha,” I breathed.

“You think she likes it when I touch her?” He was taunting me.

It was hot. “Yes, alpha,” I said, meeting his gaze. Maybe it was a game. Maybe I liked playing it.

“You wanted me to fuck her. Still want to watch that?”

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Yeah?” He was disapproving. I hadn’t addressed him properly.

“Yes, alpha,” I said again, giving him an insouciant smile.

He started to thrust.

She threw back her hand and moaned. “Oh, I like it from this angle a lot, Dmitri, a lot.”

“Good girl,” he said, teeth clenched as he drove himself in and out of her. “Take your alpha’s knot, then.”

“Oh, give me your knot, Dmitri,” she said, sighing, obviously feeling too much pleasure to stop herself, which made me crazy hot, watching her like that.

“Never fucked her here,” said Dmitri to me.

“No,” I breathed.

“Never knotted her,” he said.

I just grinned.

“Dmitri,” said Aurelie. “Do you have to talk to him during this?”

He glanced down at her. “He likes it. I know what I’m doing, pretty girl.”

She looked at me, eyes wide.

“Never knotted her,” I said, grinning at her. “Nah, Dmitri, she’s all yours in that way.”

“Yeah,” she gasped. “You’re the only one who’s ever knotted me.”

He turned to me, his expression wild. “Say it again.”

“Say what?” I panted.

“That she’s all mine,” he said, gaze boring into mine.

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